(Not edited and English is not my first language.)

Sam P.O.V:

"Good morning." I greeted in a cheery voice tone as I entered the kitchen. Alec immediately lit up in my presence and got up from his seat to come over to me and give me a hug. I returned it and we only broke apart when we heard snickers. My cheeks flushed and I let go of Alec but we kept ahold of each others hands.

We sat down, breaking our linked hands, and Alec handed me a bowl of cereal and I took it with a smile.

"So, the parabatai ceremony is in two days time." Jace comments and I nod, a bright smile on my face.

"Yes!" Izzie and I exclaim in unison, our tones over excited, causing the others to chuckle.

"Someone's exited." Clary says and I turn to her.

"I am." I confirm, still smiling and I start eating my breakfeast.

I was still eating when I noticed the tension between Jace and Clary. I got an idea, not a very bright one, but still an idea. I lightly jabbed Alec in the ribs, just enough to get his attetion. His head snaps to mine and I discreetly point to Clary and Jace and his eyes widen at the mischievious look on my face and I can see amusement taking over his features.

"So Jace, when are you going to grow a pair and ask Clary out?" I ask him in a oh-so-innocent voice tone, my intentions anything but. My brother chockes on his juice, couching and blushing furiously.

"It was just a question, I wasn't trying to kill you." I tell him, my eyebrows furrowed in mock concern and Alec and Izzie is laughing uncontrolably at Jace's expression and how Clary was trying to look anywhere but at us.

"Oh good, you're all here." I hear an fimiliar voice say tensely and I groan loudly as Izzie and Alec's laughs dies down. I turn to Maryse to see her and a blonde girl next to her and Alec tenses next to me once he spots her and her face lights up.

"Hi Alec." She greets him happily and jealousy stirrs inside of me. Who is she?

"Lydia." He replies in a stiff and formal voice. "What is she doing here, mother?" He asked Maryse, turning his head to her.

"She is just here to look over this and report back to the Clave." She informs him and I glared at Lydia when she stared at Alec and she adverted her gaze when she saw my glare and I smiled happily when Alec took my hand under the table.

"Who is this?" The blonde questioned us, or rather Alec.

"I'm not mute, you can ask me yourself." I tell her in a deadpan voice and she looks at me expectantly but I start eating my cereal again, with one hand, seeing as Alec's hand is linked in mine.

"What is your name?" She asked me, her tone annoyed and it made me grin.

"Samara Wayland." I tell her and her eyes widen and she pales.

"S-samara Wayland?" She stutters and I nod.

"It's what I said." I say in a bored tone. She takes a deep breath and nods. Then her gaze turns to Alec.

"Will you show me to my room?" She asks him in a flirty tone, batting her eyelashes and I wanted to get up and slap her. Sensing this, Alec started rubbing soothing circles on the back of my hand.

"No." He answers her in a blunt, and if I'm not mistaken, rude tone.

"Why?" She asks him, her tone reminding me of a child that got his toy taken away.

"Because I don't want to." He tells her and sighs tiredly. "What are you even doing here? What do you want?"

"I want you. I want you to get married to me like we were supposed to a year ago." She tells him, her voice confident and I froze while all heads snapped to me.

It felt like someone threw cold water over me. My body stiffened and pain shot through me. It clenched around my heart and an anger that made me want to rip out Lydia's heart rised up in me. My head felt slightly dizzy at the thought of Alec with someone else. I couldn't breath, I couldn't think anything except one thing,

I needed to get out of here.

So, that's exactly what I did. I ripped my hand out of Alec's, I clenched my fists, stood up and I left the kicthen.

I ended up on the roof of the institue. I sat on the bench that was on the other side of the roof where Izzie and I was. I didn't even realise that I was crying until I started to calm down and I felt the hot tears against my cheeks. Get over the dead girlfriend? Wasn't hard to figure out who she was talking about but it didn't seem like she knew that it was me. And marry her? Anger shoots through me at this thought and I want nothing more than to go down there and rip her head off. But I don't. I just sit here, crying.

I wasn't alone long before someone sits down besides me. From the fuzzy warmth that forms inside of me, I knew it was Alec. I didn't talk to him, not knowing how to start the conversation and it seemed like he didn't know either seeing as he kept quiet as well.

"You can't do it." I eventually blurt out.

"What?" He asks surprised.

"Yo-you can't marry Lydia. Not while I have-" I cut myself of with a shake of my head and a deep, sad sigh.

"While what?" Alec pressed. I didn't answer him for a long while, wondering if I should tell him that I have feelings for him, and I'm practically in love with him, wait, I am in love with him. Strange, hey? A guy I've known barely a month and I'm head over heels for him. How does that even work?

I guess my feelings remembers him.

"While I have feelings for you." I finally admit in a soft whisper. I stand up and I go to stand at the edge of the roof, looking over New York city. It is beautiful at day but it's breathtaking at night.

"You do?" Alec asks as he comes up behind me, sounding very happy and I turn to him.

"Yes. And it's not like a little school girl crush. It's like this gigantic thing that keeps growing everyday, everytime I see you, or hell, even think about you. So, even if you feel even a fraction of what I feel for you, you can't marry her." I tell him and he looks at me like he wants to kiss me.

And the next moment, he did kiss me. His lips touched mine in a feverish kiss. I brought my hands up and I locked it around his neck to support my weakening knees and Alec wrapped his arms around my waist. My hands went into his hair and I lightly tugged on it as his hands started moving up and down my back. I don't know how long we kissed but when our lungs began burning from the lack of air, we broke apart, breathing heavily. We rest our foreheads on one another and I smile at him with a dazed smile, on a high from our passionate kiss and he mirrors me.

"I am going to tell you a story. So listen closely, alright?" He asks and my eyebrows furrowed in confusion as we pulled our foreheads from each other but he still kept me in his embrace, not that I minded.

"A story?" I questioned.

"A story." He confirmed.

"What story?" I asked him, curiously and his grin widened.

"My favorite story ever." He tells me and I raised my eyebrows. "The story of us."

"Once upon a time, the was a girl and a boy. The girl was ten years old and the boy was thirteen years old. One day, they met each other. It was purely by chance that their paths crossed, but some says it was fate. The boy had never seen a more beautiful girl than this one. He knew his heart was hers the second they looked into each other's eyes. He also knew he had to wait. So, he did. For six years he waited and with each day he waited, his love for her grew. And finally they where happy. They were together. The happiness lasted for two years, but then it all faded away. For the girl died and with her death, she took his heart. And so, the boy vowed to never love again. And he didn't.

"But then one day, he got the biggest gift of his life. The girl. Turns out she didn't die. Someone took her from him and who ever took her, took her memories of him and their family as well. But the boy didn't mind, because he got his girl again." A tears slips down my cheeks as he tells me our story.

"So, you're not marrying her?" I asked him, wiping away my tears. I had to know for sure.

He shook his head 'no'. "No, I'm not. I don't love her and I won't ever love her. Or anyone else for that matter. You may not remember me, but I remember you. I rememeber how you would get angry at Jace when he hides your daggers. I remember how much you hate it when someone that wasn't me, takes your hand. I remember how much you hate sushi, or how much you secretly like the colour pink. I remember everything. And I know you can't remember but that's okay, because I can. And I'll remember for the both of us until you can. Because at the end of the day, it's always going to be you. I'm always going to choose you, because I love you." He tells me and another tear slips down my cheek. I didn't expect this from him. My heart was beating so fast, I thought it might jump out of my chest.

"I love you, Samara. Just you. I always have. And I always will." And then he kisses me again and I kiss back before my body decides to burst from happiness.

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good grief, look at that. i finally updated.

i hope you like it. if you did, you know what to do.

-mixie_2000